Today, I'm mostly focussing upon friends who have troubles of one sort and another - Christopher, Dandelion (who has too much on her mind to be reading this) and *the other one with problems*, you are in my most loving thoughts. That there are three being thought of doesn't lessen the strength of goodwill to each of you.
I also thought I'd show you one of the tidy corners of the kitchen. And, that I consider this tidy - albeit cluttered - maybe shows how there's no hope at all of ever clearing up.
The table-top cooker is for when the Aga is turned off - not that it was, this last summer. So I put things on it. I hang up pots and pans so that they're right there when I want them - life's too short to fish things out of a cupboard.
And that explains why I don't think it's untidy. They're all there for a reason and they are all in frequent use. Purposeful clutter isn't necessarily untidy.
The little wooden knobs were made by the Sage, there are four of them. When he'd made the cupboards, he nipped down to the churchyard with a saw, pruned a yew and turned the knobs on his lathe. The whole thing was done in half an hour.
The doors do fit - one was slightly open. I thought that closing it before taking the picture would be cheating a bit, so I left it.